Chapter 56: Planet farts

They hurried a tad bit this time around, and that recent statement encouraged them. It would be great if they could get this task over with quickly!

True to their word, the snakes did lead them to the loot shortly after. It was nothing like anyone had expected, a little peek helped assure that. 

"Sticks? Why are trees growing underground?" Gustav complained. 

Regardless of what his head encouraged, the granite-colored mineral in front of them, was in no way a tree or its branches. The iron wasn't even green, but he was a few moments away from fainting and partially hallucinated.

"Long iron, I see the confusion. But these not sticks," An albino snake corrected, and said. "We finish task and favor. Can you break the whistling mistress down?"

"Are you sure this is the stuff? It's not whistling." Arila pointed out the obvious. 

"Wait for such," The other answered.